Rubble

 Rubble seems too soft a word

For slabs that smothered them
Rubble doesn’t carry the sounds
Of the leveling bombs
Rubble crushes the memories
That lived generations in the house
Moral structures collapse
And we have no first responders
To the rubble we must navigate

We create the rubble
Of all our lives
How do we dispose of it
There is no plan, no architect
It’s only bumbling through life
But maybe a poem is the map
Or unearthing lost wisdom
Is love too soft